So I wanted to find another shipname for "pink aftermare" (Orchid (my pink!geno) x Berlingot (my pink!uncorrupted!nightmare))... What's your favorite option? Those are based on pink hues (or just straight up the shade name for some).
bubblegum petal
cherry sweetpea
flamingo berry
soft serenade
baby carnation
candy hearts
I got another idea! (tell me :D)
Voting ended onFeb 7, 2024
oh and if anybody's curious and wasn't aware of it yet, I'm (slowly, very slowly) writing a fic about these 2, can be found there -> @sleeping-diary-the-fic
@zu-is-here gave me the idea to search throught pink shades <3
Ok I have my aftermare story and all and I made a pink version of Geno and Nightmare a while ago. So obviously the next step is.... well... a pink aftermare story X)
It is an experiment. If I see some of you like it I'll continue! The plot is different from CDTT btw ;) because I got an idea that can be both fluffy and angsty it could turn pretty dark honestly but I'd wouldn't go too far 🎶
Lil' warning: mention of damaged non-living body in a sentence ☠️
Sleeping diary (a pink aftermare story)
Chapter 1: Oopsie daisy
He had let go of the kid. They had left with a golden flower in their hair and a promise to never meet again. He hadn’t trusted the little squirrel enough to believe they wouldn't try to break that promise the instant they found a way to come back. So he had completely locked the save screen.
He stared at the last piece of the outside world that was the bobbly window floating in the darkness. His brother and the other him… They were smiling. He couldn’t deny the thought they were now happier because he gave up. He let go of his crazy plan to destroy the timeline and resigned himself to trusting the kiddo. The fact they didn’t betray or backstab him after left him a bittersweet taste. The monsters were now free to roam on the surface without worrying. And all it took was him to remove himself from the equation. Had he only been less stubborn, it would have happened sooner.
When his former friends and family had met humans from the outside, it had been so nerve-wrecking. He had focused hard on the potential foe's expressions, ligering a lot on the kids. What if another monster-killer was among them? If one single child was enough to kill off his whole community, could you imagine what a whole town could do if they had any ill motives?
He played with a shiny petal while musing more about his feelings towards humans.
“I just hate them! They’re the worst.”
His voice sounded like a scratch record echoing through the empty space. He really doubted he could even think about fully trusting a human anytime soon. It may or may not be linked to the fact he had been traumatized by a mere child?
He barked out a laugh.
It was ridiculous.
Maybe it was for the best that he was stuck here. Otherwise he could already have blasted some humans out of existence just for startling him or something like that.
The thought of a rotten smelling body burned beyond recognition made him gag. Stop thinking about that. It was utterly disgusting.
The hovering window closed with a deflating balloon noise when he clapped his bony fingers together. The damaged-beyond-repair skeleton sat down in the darkness. He was just- He was just going to stay there for a while, hoping that the feeling of loneliness crawling over his back would just fade away sooner rather than later. Buzzing noises in the background reminded him he wasn't alone. Not truly at least… But he’d rather just die than accept Gaster’s offer!
Decided to not check on the timeline for some time, Sans- No, he won’t use that name anymore. It belonged more to his other self than him now. Geno then? Somehow, that name sounded horribly wrong now that he gave up on his more “destructive” tendencies.
…
Well, it wasn't like anyone would need to call him anytime soon.
He opened one of his last possessions outside of his clothes, a notebook full of flower sketches and barely readable notes. His finger naturally found its way between two pages and a colorless drawing of an echo flower came to his view. The monster brushed against the faintly glowing petal he stuck below the drawing before skimming through the book until he reached a blank space. Only three pages left.
A sigh escaped him as his shoulders sank and his dark pink scarf slipped a bit more from his neck. What would he do when no space would be left for his thoughts? While it might have sounded like a trivial matter to worry about, he had no easy way to get a new notebook… He glanced towards the hovering shiny star a few feet away from where he chose to sit.
What if?
…
Could he try tweaking the code of his notebook for it to have more pages without increasing its size?
…
Would it even be feasible? Would it work?
He slowly stood up, wobbling in his haste. One of his slippers was forgotten behind.
Once he was so close to the ominous glow that he felt warm light directly on his nasal bone, he squinted. Then, the overwhelming gold let place bit by bit to a mess of lines. Black on white, white on black. All mumbo-jumbo wiggling around, following a path around the star that he had yet to understand. He focused hard on the shaky letters, trying to find the exact ones he’d need in that mess. That was a trick he learnt one day boredom had been gnawing at his mind and he hadn’t found anything better to do than to glare at the distatefull giftmas decoration illuminating the place. He was still slow and clumsy at the task, and the thought of the consequence of messing with the wrong code kept sending chills down his spine, but his curiosity was strong. The sight of a half-erased line distracted him from thinking anymore, and he hurried to locate more of them as they were usually the ones linked to the save-screen…
There! A low whistle echoed around as he discovered the line about his stuff. Now to change his notebook's properties… This fading number must be the number of pages… Now, how to increase it without adding to the size? He didn’t want to end up with a huge mess of pages as a notebook after all! His arms crossed over his chest as he stuck out his summoned tongue, a habit he didn’t like that much but simply couldn’t let go of. What to do…What to do? Could it be possible to just steal pages from another random notebook? It sounded silly. A smirk lightened his face, letting a bit of a deep pink colored liquid trinklered down his shin. But maybe it was why it could work? Such a little change shouldn’t have any big impact, should it? He hesitantly linked the number to the first empty notebook he managed to locate, doubling it. A small burst of electricity made him jump backwards. A faint burned smell arose from one of his scarf’s ribbons.
He was never going to try a stunt like that again. Nope. Not worth the risk.
To his surprise, it worked.
His notebook looked the same, seemingly old and boring from the exterior and bursting of colors and life inside. It was when he decided to flip it hat he noticed the difference. As he wanted, the available space had doubled!
Quick to the task, he eagerly wrote a few welcoming words to these brand new pages, directly jumping over the previously last three pages.
He hummed happily while doodling a few flowers and stars with his bright pink pen. It was sadly his only pen left. He then put the thing aside and yawned. Just how long did he work on that? Stupid question as his sense of time went flying through the window ages ago.
He was utterly exhausted! A nap would be more than welcome.
He didn’t nap.
Because as he was rubbing his eye sockets, he had seen something that made him more awake than ever.
On the paper, right underneath his last doodle, was written in a shaky handwriting he didn’t recognize:
